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"Why must our own fable kin resort to such idiocy - especially in public?! Sheriff Bigby I do hope you have a rather good explanation as to why I have unconscious mundies in the office infirmary? Hm Sheriff?" Ichabod Crane, current constable of Fabletown asked, his hand repeatedly tapping his wooden desk as his beady eyes trained on the laxly sitting man across from him. The man whom Crane addressed was the one and only Bigby Wolf.
The strongly built brunette only blew a steady stream of smoke from his mouth as he pulled his flickering cigarette from his mouth to the ash tray. He watched the older man look at him sternly with uncaring deep brown eyes for a moment before finally standing up. He straightened his slightly wrinkled white polo casually before flicking his cig to the ground.
"There was a drunken group of mundies wandering around, they decided to come cause a ruckus over at the Trip Trap bar. And when a push was thrown one of our own decided to teach them a lesson. I took in just about every single glamoured fable down here." Bigby Wolf spoke, his words somewhat serious yet only slightly uncaring. In all honesty they did do something that broke the rules but he knew a couple of them personally - they were hardly the troublemakers Crane thought them to be. Heck, if Bigby was at the bar he'd probably be the first to personally knock their asses out.
"They taught them a lesson? How will we explain when they wake up bruised and aching?" Ichabod spoke completely insistent that the proper punishment ought to be distributed. The older man sighed pushing away from his table to rub his temple. "Fine if you insist on being so stubborn Sheriff. Escort them to their homes and know that the next regulation broken might just end in a visit to the farm!" Crane then said, quickly rushing back to his desk, pointing at the Sheriff with one long bony finger as if to intimidate the man.
Bigby shrugged. "Fine then Crane." He spoke curtly, walking over towards the exit, stopping as his hand felt the cold metal door handle. "And your friend is here by the way - the uh..headless horsemen or whatever you call em'?" Bigby spoke loudly knowing that Crane flinched at the moment the name was brought up. But the sheriff didn't stay to hear whatever remark Crane had for that. He exited the office walking over to the common room where all the involved Fables sat for around thirty minutes now. His eyes flashed between the varied group sitting in monochromatic office chairs.
He first saw Rad, a common face down by the Trip Trap. He and Bigby were only acquaintances but they acknowledged each other's presences whenever Rad wasn't drop dead drunk.
Then there was Bearskin still looking as clean cut as ever, Bigby didn't really socialize with him at all. He knew him but that was about it.
Bigby avoided looking straight at the Horseman who looked ominous as ever with his eyes hidden by slightly intimidating shades. He knew that the Horseman wasn't the most nicest man ever so the last thing he needed to be was provoked.
Then there was a business man looking type - Bigby hadn't asked for his name when he arrested him but he was definitely out of place at some dingy bar. He was probably one of those fables who made money off of the ignorant mundies.
Then there was K.C; she was a constant troublemaker. At least in Bigby's eyes, maybe it was the whole she was cat he was more or less a dog kind of situation but this wasn't the first time the Cheshire cat found herself in this area of Fabletown.
Surprisingly, Lucinda found herself sitting there among the other fables. Bigby hadn't expected to find her in the midst of all the chaos caused by the mundies and he definitely didn't want to arrest her but the Constable's specific orders were to arrest each and every single one of them and well, Bigby needed the job. So all the wolf could offer to his close longtime friend was a solemn smile.
But the one whom he had never expected to see was Maisie. His eyes caught her red ones the moment he had walked in and he could still see the anger in her eyes - as passionate as it was years before. He once again did not expect to see the slightly petite young woman stand up and push him.
"Why the hell am I here? I get my bike wrecked by a couple of booze chugging mundies and this is what I get?" Maisie spoke, slipping off the red hoodie she wore. "Why are we all here Sheriff? Those mudies got what what was coming!" The girl once known as red riding hood then exclaimed signalling to her fellow fables. Bigby frowned only for a moment when he heard her call him sheriff - it's been long time since he's heard her say his name. But now was not the time to reminisce.
"Just sit down May..everything will be explained in a bit" Bigby said calmly, bringing his hands up defensively just in case the little spitfire of a woman would decide to shove him again. She didn't all she offered was a steady glare before she returned back to her seat.
"Now..we have all of your statements from your interviews from Snow and the constable has agreed to have you released. So grab your stuff and let's get going. Crane wants me to escort all of you to your homes. So yeah..we leave in a bit." Bigby explained his eyes once again discreetly glancing at Maisie at the end of his words. She was still glaring but at least she was picking up her purse and backpack.
What night it had already seem to be - Bigby wondered maybe even hoped that it wouldn't get any more crazy. But in Fabletown nothing can really be guaranteed.
The strongly built brunette only blew a steady stream of smoke from his mouth as he pulled his flickering cigarette from his mouth to the ash tray. He watched the older man look at him sternly with uncaring deep brown eyes for a moment before finally standing up. He straightened his slightly wrinkled white polo casually before flicking his cig to the ground.
"There was a drunken group of mundies wandering around, they decided to come cause a ruckus over at the Trip Trap bar. And when a push was thrown one of our own decided to teach them a lesson. I took in just about every single glamoured fable down here." Bigby Wolf spoke, his words somewhat serious yet only slightly uncaring. In all honesty they did do something that broke the rules but he knew a couple of them personally - they were hardly the troublemakers Crane thought them to be. Heck, if Bigby was at the bar he'd probably be the first to personally knock their asses out.
"They taught them a lesson? How will we explain when they wake up bruised and aching?" Ichabod spoke completely insistent that the proper punishment ought to be distributed. The older man sighed pushing away from his table to rub his temple. "Fine if you insist on being so stubborn Sheriff. Escort them to their homes and know that the next regulation broken might just end in a visit to the farm!" Crane then said, quickly rushing back to his desk, pointing at the Sheriff with one long bony finger as if to intimidate the man.
Bigby shrugged. "Fine then Crane." He spoke curtly, walking over towards the exit, stopping as his hand felt the cold metal door handle. "And your friend is here by the way - the uh..headless horsemen or whatever you call em'?" Bigby spoke loudly knowing that Crane flinched at the moment the name was brought up. But the sheriff didn't stay to hear whatever remark Crane had for that. He exited the office walking over to the common room where all the involved Fables sat for around thirty minutes now. His eyes flashed between the varied group sitting in monochromatic office chairs.
He first saw Rad, a common face down by the Trip Trap. He and Bigby were only acquaintances but they acknowledged each other's presences whenever Rad wasn't drop dead drunk.
Then there was Bearskin still looking as clean cut as ever, Bigby didn't really socialize with him at all. He knew him but that was about it.
Bigby avoided looking straight at the Horseman who looked ominous as ever with his eyes hidden by slightly intimidating shades. He knew that the Horseman wasn't the most nicest man ever so the last thing he needed to be was provoked.
Then there was a business man looking type - Bigby hadn't asked for his name when he arrested him but he was definitely out of place at some dingy bar. He was probably one of those fables who made money off of the ignorant mundies.
Then there was K.C; she was a constant troublemaker. At least in Bigby's eyes, maybe it was the whole she was cat he was more or less a dog kind of situation but this wasn't the first time the Cheshire cat found herself in this area of Fabletown.
Surprisingly, Lucinda found herself sitting there among the other fables. Bigby hadn't expected to find her in the midst of all the chaos caused by the mundies and he definitely didn't want to arrest her but the Constable's specific orders were to arrest each and every single one of them and well, Bigby needed the job. So all the wolf could offer to his close longtime friend was a solemn smile.
But the one whom he had never expected to see was Maisie. His eyes caught her red ones the moment he had walked in and he could still see the anger in her eyes - as passionate as it was years before. He once again did not expect to see the slightly petite young woman stand up and push him.
"Why the hell am I here? I get my bike wrecked by a couple of booze chugging mundies and this is what I get?" Maisie spoke, slipping off the red hoodie she wore. "Why are we all here Sheriff? Those mudies got what what was coming!" The girl once known as red riding hood then exclaimed signalling to her fellow fables. Bigby frowned only for a moment when he heard her call him sheriff - it's been long time since he's heard her say his name. But now was not the time to reminisce.
"Just sit down May..everything will be explained in a bit" Bigby said calmly, bringing his hands up defensively just in case the little spitfire of a woman would decide to shove him again. She didn't all she offered was a steady glare before she returned back to her seat.
"Now..we have all of your statements from your interviews from Snow and the constable has agreed to have you released. So grab your stuff and let's get going. Crane wants me to escort all of you to your homes. So yeah..we leave in a bit." Bigby explained his eyes once again discreetly glancing at Maisie at the end of his words. She was still glaring but at least she was picking up her purse and backpack.
What night it had already seem to be - Bigby wondered maybe even hoped that it wouldn't get any more crazy. But in Fabletown nothing can really be guaranteed.